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One summer's morning a little tailor was sitting on his table by

the window; he was in good spirits, and sewed with all his might.

Then came a peasant woman down the street crying: 'Good jams,

cheap! Good jams, cheap!' This rang pleasantly in the tailor's

ears; he stretched his delicate head out of the window, and

called: 'Come up here, dear woman; here you will get rid of your

goods.' The woman came up the three steps to the tailor with her

heavy basket, and he made her unpack all the pots for him. He

inspected each one, lifted it up, put his nose to it, and at

length said: 'The jam seems to me to be good, so weigh me out

four ounces, dear woman, and if it is a quarter of a pound that

is of no consequence.' The woman who had hoped to find a good

sale, gave him what he desired, but went away quite angry and

grumbling.